When logic fails you,
where do you turn?
Before rising from the
waters anew and purified,
I was welcomed by a
Blinding Light.
Was I stupid and had my
eyes open underwater?
No.
Are you sure?
It was a bright room.
Yes, but I don't think
it was that bright.
He was present. For me.
I am truly blessed.
He exists.
Or some form of Him exists.
I don't know how to
comprehend this.
Somebody tell me what to do.
Somebody..?
...
Anybody...?
YOU ARE READING
Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
